My Treasure
The smell of his flowers is like old clothes. My grandpas flowers are purple and smooth. The flowers remind me about him. When I go past them I look at them and they remind me of Australia, Where he’s from. The flowers are hanging in our sitting room,they are old and fake .There is a coconut haveld up and it has a flower on it, it is next to my grandpa’s flowers. To me the flowers look like they are 500 years old.It is his, I aiways ask who owns it and they say your grandpa you der. Five daysI was born my grandpa passed away. My mum said if he was here he would spoil me every day. When I look at the flowers it feels like he’s there, when I look at it I am happy.
My TreasureThe smell of his flowers is like old clothes. My grandpas flowers are purple and smooth. The flowers remind me about him. When I go past them I look at them and they remind me of Australia, Where he’s from. The flowers are hanging in our sitting room,they are old and fake .There is a coconut haveld up and it has a flower on it, it is next to my grandpa’s flowers. To me the flowers look like they are 500 years old.It is his, I aiways ask who owns it and they say your grandpa you der. Five daysI was born my grandpa passed away. My mum said if he was here he would spoil me every day. When I look at the flowers it feels like he’s there, when I look at it I am happy.